Goals..... Poem by RIC BASTASA

it is not a question anymore
of whether i am in or out

or whether i am acceptable
or disgusting

it is the passion that works now
automated,

it does not consider anything
outside itself

it is burning to eternity
it lights

and whatever darkness is there
it disappears

and those who had seen what is happening
within

and of course no one really bothers
simply considers it as

a form of routine
something that must be discarded because it can be the source
of envy

as

imagine, this, as other lights face
and die

as the darkness of their hearts win
you continue to shine

glossy in the universe
like a new born galaxy

whirling faster away from them
who until now

cannot understand or

simply refuse to because they do not have it

there is no inkling
nothing to speak


out there new stars come out
exploding

ordinary men continue
to tarry on what is not important

like building a house for their future
when it is not there yet


where is it? it is here
that is the perfect hint so far.